Flowmastermouth Lyrics

[Chorus 1: x2]
Should I enter the battle mode
And spit like a calico weapon
With the definition of mic checkin
And rippin it to the last second
My nigga, hit 'em with the flow master mouth

[Verse 1]
Now first of all, I got a verse for y'all
And I'm a serve it raw, well now my nerve are calm
Fixin to switch into battle mode, and drop a bomb
Yellin Geronimo, look out for y'all
Like troops we shoot
Lyrical bullets and poop gas, for the loot
Every syllable fully produced
Rap on you dudes, cause we mentally bullies
Who thinks you could fuck wit me
When I get my ass off the curb
And get to rappin fast with the words
I'm just a little bastard concerned
So I stall on niggaz
And stick to the bottom, of bottle
To feel my thirst, rock with me
I'm figna to bring the knock, to the street
Like a trunk bringin knocks, to the beats
Knockin niggaz of they feet
When they walk they walk
Cause they say that talk is cheap
I think you better watch, how you talk to me
I come from the block, where they cock the heat
With a passion, lookin up to niggaz that be gastin
Givin up the neighborhood, and other niggaz kiss our asses
Cause we don't give a fuck about you
All my buddies do the nutty kung fu
Choppin niggaz down, from the town
Where the kings were a crown
Gettin money, cause we love who we do
Sometimes I laugh
Cause I'm the one, that dumpin through the lynchin
Because of my tongue, back flippin, they trippin
Cause I got more heat, than the fifty with me
Seekin me, rippin these niggaz, with a sentence
I'm a go nuts, when it start to get intense
Flippin the script, steady comin with the viscous
Ty gone cut you, like barb wire fences

[Chorus 2: x4]
Should I enter the battle mode
And spit like a calico weapon
With the definition of mic checkin
And rippin it to the last second
My nigga, hit 'em with the flow master mouth

[Verse 2]
Recognize I got the antidote
To get you amped, and locced
You niggaz rap, I hope
You got to practice folks, I'm like a master
Givin up the nut factor, if you askin hoe
Fast or slow, I'm a gas the whole spot
You might be a hog, but you live in the pork chop
That I feed my dogs, ?, and young bop
And the flowheekin, named fleezo
Hot with the lyricals, cop you the minerals
Eat up the spot, like a fat boy
Invite her to dinner bro
Even if we shined identical
I'm a, hit 'em with the flow, master mouth
I'm dirty like, down south
I murder you, when I pronounce south
Every verbal feud, I'm a bounce south
Get to serve a fool, cause I refuse to lose
Cause I'm a nigga from cali, so peep game
Throwin up the w, trouble, who wanna bang
As if I'm in a diskette, this some shit
That make niggaz, flip you off
And try to rip you off, sit and floss
Like they spittin raw
But they never go against, the boss
Because I rip the bar, and if ya gettin lost
I'm too sick for y'all
Run up on me, and the clipse are tossed
Then I'm dippin off
Cause I'm tryin to stay ahead, of the game
Gettin breaded, for my name
Fuckin with the, black armor
I'm attackin harder, with the gat to harm ya
So watch, yo mouth
Cause I'm takin off, on you woofin
I know that you soft, as a cushion
You floss, when the hoes lookin
But scared to go, two can come to the flow
When you step into, a cold whoopin

[Chorus 3: x4]
Should I enter the battle mode
And spit like a calico weapon
With the definition of mic checkin
And rippin it to the last second
My nigga, hit 'em with the flow master mouth

[Verse 3]
When it's bumpin, like this
It's hard, to stop it
Humpin like a, hound dog
When home girl, pop it
Ready to knock it
I done shocked it
I'm T-Nutty
But my buddies, call me cutty
With the 350, rocket
I put my money, deep in my pocket
At the same tame, poppin my collar
When the party is on, listen, madam
Do you mind, double touchin the bone
I wasn't tryin to, start trouble
By touchin ya thong, I'm gone
Should I switch into, battle mode
And spit, like a calico weapon
With the definition, of mic checkin
And rippin it, to the last second
I got 'em thinkin, of stabbin
Or rippin, the session
Excuse me, if I make it a mess
But guess what, it's T-Nutty
I'm one of the best
And yes, I'm gonna confess
Like the rest, of my people
My niggaz, that be runnin niggaz over like a diesel
Got everybody humpin, the same way the beat go
Makin it a gangsta party
Cause there's nobody wit us, but hoody rats and killaz
Actin silly, I'm a philly
Accidently spill you apart
Excuse my pardon, turn my car to garden
Turf is deeper, than the black mans million march
I'm perved, ready to twerk
I'm legal with betty first
But I'm not stickin to the chevy with her
Cause she don't got her purse, and first of all
I'm sippin the pommason, blowin the bomb
I'm in the middle of the pond
And can't tell the different between, a duck and swan
Homegirl shake it on, but after the break it down
I gotta be out, further down the road
Drop the bomb and it might explode
T-Nutty's nut, cuttin up
Switch into battle mode

[Chorus 4: x4]
Should I enter the battle mode
And spit like a calico weapon
With the definition of mic checkin
And rippin it to the last second
My nigga, hit 'em with the flow master mouth

In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn'tIt was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fightingIn World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26In Vietnam he was 19In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today25 miles west of SaigonI really wasn't sure what was going on

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combatIn Vietnam were arrested since dischargeTheir arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same ageThere are no accurate figures of how many of these menHave been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration studyConcludes that the greater of vetsExposure to combat could more likely affect his chancesOf being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the warThey won't forget what they've seenDestruction of men in their primeWhose average was 19

De-de-destructionDe-de-destructionWar, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, warDe-de-destructionWar, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop shipsBut the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combatPerhaps the most dramatic difference betweenWorld War II and Vietnam was coming homeNone of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of themNe-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of themNone of them received a hero's welcomeNone of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration studyHalf of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from whatPsychiatrists callPost-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guiltSome succumb to suicidal thoughtsEight to ten years after coming homeAlmost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony

I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony